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Okay- she definitely went crazy.
Why is she talking to the air?
And why isn’t Amy here now?
Tyler taps his fingers against the steering wheel, the quiet rhythm filling the car as he looks around through the windows. The road is empty, the trees stretching endlessly into the dark.
A honk tears him out of his thoughts.
He sighs softly.
She’s finally here.
Before getting out of the car, his eyes drift to Wednesday. She’s asleep again, her head leaning slightly against the window, completely still.
For a moment, he just looks at her.
Then he opens the door and steps out of the car.
“About damn time,” he says with a small grin.
“Oh, shut up, Galpin,” Amy shoots back, though there’s a faint grin tugging at her lips too. “So, you need help?” She raises an eyebrow.
“I need gas.”
That’s all he says.
Amy opens her mouth to answer- but another voice cuts through the moment.
“I didn’t expect you to call someone.”
Wednesday.
She’s awake now, leaning slightly against the car door, her expression sharp and clearly annoyed.
Her dark eyes move between them, unimpressed.
What a wonderful situation.
“I didn’t expect you to be awake. Get back in the car- we’re going to drive in a few minutes,” he says, his tone flat.
Wednesday only raises an eyebrow.
“And who are you to tell me what to do?”
Tyler rolls his eyes, already tired of the argument.
“Just do it one time, Wednesday.”
“No.”
It’s the only thing she says.
Flat. Final. Completely unbothered.
Tyler exhales slowly through his nose, already regretting every decision that led to this moment.
Amy looks between the two of them, one eyebrow slowly rising higher and higher.
“Okay…” she mutters, folding her arms. “I feel like I just walked into the middle of something.”
Wednesday’s dark eyes flick briefly toward her, studying her like a specimen under glass.
Tyler runs a hand over his face.
“Can we not do this right now?” he groans quietly.
Wednesday ignores him completely.
Her attention stays on Amy.
“You’re the one he called?” she asks coolly.
Amy tilts her head, a faint amused smile appearing.
“Depends,” she says. “Are you the reason he sounds like he hasn’t slept in two days?”
Tyler lets out a frustrated sigh.
“Amy.”
But Wednesday’s gaze doesn’t move.
Sharp. Curious. Calculating.
The silence stretches for a moment before Tyler finally throws his hands up.
“I just need gas,” he repeats, like that somehow simplifies the situation.
Amy snorts softly.
“Yeah, I heard that part.” She jerks her thumb toward the road behind her. “Gas can’s in my truck.”
“Thanks.”
It’s the only thing Tyler says before turning away. Without waiting for a response, he walks over to Amy’s truck and grabs the gas can from the back.
It doesn’t take Tyler long to start refilling the tank.
But doing it under the watchful eyes of two women somehow makes the simple task feel ten times harder.
The gas can tilts a little too far, and a small splash spills onto the side of the car.
Tyler mutters something under his breath.
Wednesday’s gaze is sharp, cutting straight through him like a blade. She watches every movement with quiet scrutiny, as if she’s evaluating his competence in real time.
Amy, on the other hand, leans casually against her truck, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between amused and patiently waiting.
“You’re doing great,” she says dryly.
Tyler shoots her a look.
“You wanna do it?”
Amy shrugs. “Nah. This is more entertaining.”
Wednesday says nothing.
It doesn’t take him long to finish filling it up.
Tyler straightens, tightening the cap with a quick twist before wiping his hands on his jeans. He lets out a quiet breath, relieved to finally be done under the intense scrutiny.
Wednesday’s sharp gaze never leaves him, following every movement as if she’s evaluating his performance.
Amy pushes herself off her truck, arms still loosely crossed.
“See?” she says lightly. “No explosion. I’m impressed.”
Tyler shoots her a tired look.
“Your confidence in me is overwhelming.”
Amy smirks.
Wednesday, however, says nothing. She simply opens the passenger door and slips back into the car without another word, like the entire situation has already bored her.
Tyler watches her for a second, then shakes his head quietly.
“Thanks again,” Tyler says to Amy.
She just nods, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket.
“When are you coming back?” she asks.
Tyler glances briefly toward the car where Wednesday has already disappeared inside.
“Probably after we find the wolf,” he replies.
Amy nods slowly, like that answer makes enough sense for now.
Everything has finally settled- at least for the moment.
Tyler slides back into the driver’s seat, the gas can safely stored in the trunk. He exhales, stretching his shoulders, and lets his eyes drift to Wednesday, already seated, arms crossed, expression unreadable as always.
The quiet hum of the car is the only sound for a few seconds, broken only by Amy’s soft laughter as she climbs back into her truck.
“Good luck,” she calls over, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
Tyler nods, muttering, “Yeah… thanks.”
Wednesday doesn’t respond. She never does. She’s already staring out the window, lost in thought, her sharp gaze fixed on the dark trees slipping by.
The engine starts, tires crunching over the gravel, and the car slowly rolls forward.
Tyler glances in the rearview mirror, catching Amy giving them a small wave before driving off.
He exhales again.
“Alright,” he mutters, mostly to himself.
The road ahead is long, dark, and uncertain- but at least now, the gas tank is full, and the real hunt can finally begin.
And Wednesday… she remains as enigmatic as ever, quiet but deadly observant, her mind already moving faster than anyone else in the car.